Breaking Rarity

Breaking Rarity

Chapter 3

By Flutterwhy4

A brazen whiteness violated the dark room and cast itself upon Rarity through the vertical slats of her prison. In actuality, the amount of light was trivial, but to the retinae of the unprepared pony it was an onslaught. As she raised a hoof to shield her squinting eyes she could barely make out a dark figure in the doorway.

“Oh good, the new one’s awake.” the shadowy figure called back, met by a smattering of voices from the other room. The voice was masculine and familiar. Rarity wondered where she had heard that voice before. As she became lost in thought, the shadowy figure crossed the room to her cage. Kuch-Link! A loud, metallic sound knocked her from her contemplation just in time to watch as the bars facing the light swung away.

Disoriented, Rarity stepped forward meekly. Her legs were weak from lack of movement. She turned to study the shadowy figure, but a force on her neck caught her off-guard. It was a collar that magically levitated and fastened against the mare’s nape. The shadowy figure was clearly a unicorn. The new collar wasn’t painful, but it was far from comfortable. She stopped and reached to adjust the wearisome fitting.

“Move!” the voice shouted in perfect timing with a tug from a leash. Rarity hadn’t noticed the leash affixed to the collar. She tried to bark at her oppressor and tell him to unbind her, but the gag in her maw garbled her words pathetically.

Rarity expressed her frustration with a muffled grunt. Questions still buzzing about in her mind, she stepped in the direction of her magically taut tether. She kept walking and eventually crossed the threshold where a new wave of stimuli greeted her senses. Protecting her eyes from a single light-source in the ceiling, the pony realized that she must have been in the dark for hours. Still, despite the bright light, she began to take in her new surroundings.

The first thing Rarity noticed was that the muffled thumping sound she’d heard earlier was more pronounced. Not only was it louder, it was joined by other noises… laughter… catcalls. A party? O-or maybe a nightclub or something? Yes. That has to be it. A foul smell assaulted her nostrils. The odor conjured up images of Big Macintosh after a long day of apple-bucking in the sun. Her senses went into overdrive. The floor was soft under her hooves… a rubber-like material, but sticky.

Leash falling limp, Rarity stopped and blinked several times as the room started to unblur. Shadows coalesced into shapes and her heart skipped a beat, her vision focusing on her captors converging on her. Three ponies, their colors and cutie marks unimportant. All she could concentrate on was the frightening jet-black executioner’s hoods that all three wore. Their hooves fell upon their prey and held her firm. She struggled, her heart palpitating, but it was to no avail.

A glance to the left revealed a hypodermic needle held by one of her captors. Rarity's eyes widened and she desperately tried to break free as it inched towards her. She stained to bat the needle away with her magic, but again nothing happened. Hyperventilating and with teary eyes, she tensed her muscles as the metal pierced her neck. The mare's shrill scream was held back by the rubber ball. An eternity lapsed before the sharp point left her skin and two of the hooded ponies began to back away.

“No magic for you pony!” one of them snarled.

“Don’t mind him. Just behave and you’ll be treated fairly here, I promise.” the familiar masculine voice uttered reassuringly. Looking up, Rarity took in the visage of the pony trying to calm her. The threatening hood obscured his head, but she knew from his abilities that he had to be a unicorn. His coat matched the hood in blackness, making him completely dark save for his shorn fetlocks and a small, red, diamond-shaped cutie mark on either flank.

Turning to get a quick look at her other captors, Rarity found a hooded pegasus stallion with a brownish-gray coat and a black clover-shaped cutie mark. Beside him was a poorly constructed table, built from plywood and made only to hold a single wicker basket. Adjacent to the table was a door, made black with matte paint and lacking any detail except for a cheap metal handle. With a cursory glance, she noticed the entire room was black with the same ugly drab finish. Her fashion-sense retched at the dreadful color and the visible, haphazard brushstrokes on the walls. Looking back to the door, she thought about making a run for it now that she was no longer restrained, but this thought was quickly extinguished. Guarding the door was a third pony, a mare, her white coat contrasting starkly with the dark hood and a black spade embossed on her flank.

The room itself was a dull place with black walls and three black doors, including the one Rarity had just come from. A few pieces of odd furniture drew her attention: wooden railings, stable-like fabrications slapped together from painted two-by-fours, eye-bolts placed seemingly at random on the floor which was indeed coated in a rubbery surface. Glancing around the room, in the dimly-lit far corner, the white pony saw two other mares laying down. One of them returned her gaze, a blank stare from a green freckled face. The other pony, a dark-blue unicorn, didn’t bother to move or acknowledge Rarity’s presence. It’s like she’s looking right through me. Why I’ve never heard of a triple ponynapping… but then again these ponies look like they’ve been here much longer than I have.

The door guarded by the white, hooded-mare swung open and the cacophony of dance music and partying invaded the black room for a moment. In walked a dark-brown earth pony stallion. His face was gruff and chiseled, his muzzle darkened by a 5 o’clock shadow. Rarity tried to glimpse his cutie mark, but couldn’t from the angle he was facing.

“Hey Slim.” the hooded pegasus said.

“Howdy boys.” the gruff pony said drawing an ‘ahem’ from the hooded mare. “I heard you’ve got fresh meat tonight.” His eyes fell on Rarity who was staring at him with confusion and fear. “Oooh, she’s nice! Same price?”

“Same price.” the pegasus echoed. The earth pony reached into a saddlebag on his side and dropped 5 bits into the wicker basket on the table beside the door. Rarity’s leash began to tug on her throat again, leading her to the wall with the shoddy railings. She tried to plant her hooves, but the magic was too strong and it forced her forward.

Here she was, boxed in on both sides by wooden barriers with an up-close view of the lousy paint job. The magic released her leash and instead withdrew from a hole in the wall a horizontal plank which slid between Rarity’s front legs and rubbed against her belly. It was made of wood and upholstered in a cheap fabric. Rarity looked down at the board as it withdrew to its full length, ending just under her abdomen. Her tether lifted magically and snaked through a hole in the timber slat. The leash pulled tight, bringing her head slamming down against the lightly-cushioned surface. She tried to pull up, but she was held in place. Now she understood the purpose of the eye-bolts on the floor, they were to secure her leash. Panic overtook her as the earth pony stepped behind her.

“Whoo! This one’s ready to go! Feel that heat there, she’s like an oven!” Rarity knew what he was talking about. Her heat was in full-effect and would be quite obvious to anyone with the view this pony had. She lowered her tail so as to cover her genitals as best she could, but it was quickly yanked aside.

“Ahh ahh ahh, we’re gonna have some fun, you and I.” Rarity felt a hoof pressing against her plot and squealed into her gag. It moved along her supple white flesh and squished lewdly into her wet lips. She gasped as the pony called Slim explored her pussy. He withdrew and the vulnerable filly could hear and feel him stepping into position behind her. His hooves fell on her backside to either side of her tail. She struggled against her binding furiously as she felt a pressure on her dripping snatch.

“Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Slim hollered as his penis slid into Rarity’s aching love canal. The pleasure she felt brought her to tears. She shouldn’t have enjoyed this demeaning act under normal circumstances, but her body was betraying her. The white mare kept struggling, trying to convince herself that she didn’t want this. The stallion pushed into her until he was pressed up against her cervix then withdrew his cock slowly before pushing back in again. Her gag held back a shriek.

“Hey! Take this stupid thing off of her! You know I like to hear ‘em scream!” The straps behind Rarity’s head unfastened and the rubber ball popped out of her mouth leaving a trail of spit on the plank in front of her.

“YOU BRUTES! You won’t get away with this! When Princess Celestia finds out I’m missing she’ll come looking for me and I wouldn’t want to be YOU!”

“Ha ha ha! That’s quite a story, love.” Slim said as he fucked Rarity leisurely. Her normally white face was red with blush. She tried to shake him off of her, but he only groaned in pleasure as she wiggled her hips.

“It’s not a story! Celestia will come! You have no idea who you’re messing with a-a-and I’ll make sure she deals with you too… Slim!” The earth pony stopped his thrusts. Buried to the hilt in Rarity he leaned over her and whispered in her ear.

“Nopony knows where you are and nopony is ever going to find you darling” he gyrated his hips and licked Rarity’s cheek with a long, humiliating stroke of his rough tongue “and Slim’s just an alias, but it’s not for you… you can call me daddy.” The stallion leaned back and resumed his rutting, each stroke bringing forth a sickening pleasure in the young mare. He wasn’t the most well-endowed stallion, but Rarity’s needy velvet walls hugged him like a long-lost friend.

She was exhausted from trying to fight. Her posture failed and the board under her belly began to support more and more of her weight as her legs buckled. Slim didn’t seem to mind nor did any of the hooded ponies and soon Rarity was a ragdoll, casually inching forward then drawing back like the tide.

A sudden thrust, harder and faster than before forced a loud moan from Rarity’s mouth. The white unicorn began to weep again. She had put up as much of a fight as she could; she had threatened her rapist; she had done all she could except stay silent and deprive him of the amusement of knowing how much pleasure she was feeling, yet her body was betraying her. Each stab from the earth pony’s flared cock sent refreshed tears streaming down her cheek yet she gasped and moaned. As much as she hated Slim, hated this wicked place, the fire in her belly craved it and being restrained and ravaged excited the deepest fathom of her fetish.

Rarity’s limp body was far from lifeless as she took her reaming on the upholstered board. Her hooves which hung underneath her, grazing the ground like an adult on a swing, tweaked and curled at each buzz of carnal enjoyment. Slim picked up his pace and fucked like a beast. His heavy balls slapped loudly against her hardened clit. Her body had completely succumbed to the carousel of pleasures; she moaned and gasped and drooled. Face stained with trails of eye-shadow, tears evaporating off her burning cheeks, the unicorn wallowed in the sensation of the thick shaft drilling into her. Slim simply chuckled as he continued his rut. He was getting his money’s worth; there was nothing this stallion enjoyed more than breaking-in a new sex slave.

Rarity’s orchestra of pleasure reached a fevered pitch. She was on the brink of a thrilling climax when suddenly she felt an emptiness in her belly and the weight lift off her rump. Slim had withdrawn himself from her and the relentless force that was driving her over the edge was now gone. Panic overtook the white unicorn. Her estrus had never felt more painful in her life; it was a phoenix pecking at her loins as her pleasure deflated. She wiggled her rump invitingly, hoping to coax the male pony back. She could sense him still behind her even though she couldn’t feel or see him. Her nice, inviting wiggles soon became nagging bounces.

“I’m sorry. Were you enjoying that?” Slim said mockingly. “If you want me back, tell me what I want to hear.” Rarity pondered his words and continued to brandish her soaking backside. She wanted to look back at Slim with pleading eyes, perhaps saving herself the total embarrassment of begging vocally; this was impossible, however, as her head was held tight against the board, muzzle soaked in a puddle of her own drool. Racked by the blaze in her hindquarters, she had no choice but to swallow her pride.

“P-please put it back in me.” Her plea came out more like a low whimper.

“What was that?” he mocked, teasing her even longer.

“Pleeease! Put it back in me!” Rarity choked the words out louder.

“You… want me to fuck you?” Slim taunted.

“Yes! Fuck me please! Fuck me!”

“Now what did I tell you to call me?” Rarity’s eyes teared up again; he had complete control over her.

“Daddy, please! I need you daddy!” With a chuckle Slim shoved his cock back into Rarity’s winking pussy. As if taking insurance against any more teasing, her body responded to the sudden penetration with a wave of intense pleasure. Her legs stiffened and her back arched as much as it could as blissful orgasm overtook her. Slim pounded the white pony through her climax, enjoying the tightness gripping his slick shaft. The wet sounds of frenzied lovemaking competed with the muffled music and partying noises still thumping in the background. She had no cares anymore; she was an animal that yearned to be mated.

Just as Rarity’s body finished convulsing she felt a second quake welling up inside her. Without missing a beat, she exploded again. Two orgasms in a row, stitched together seamlessly like so many of her fashionable dresses. Her pussy trembled and released a splash of sticky liquid onto the rubber floor and onto Slim’s wide nutsack. The juice only amplified the sounds of pony sex as sticky balls met dripping clit with even louder, wetter slaps. The unicorn's head shook side-to-side, choking her on the tied collar. Mind-blowing pleasure cracked through her like a whip. Her mind had pushed aside her rapist and was imagining the perfect lover, taking her in this most intimate of ways.

Slim moaned as he watched his favorite new fucktoy quivering beneath his hooves, her tail flagging against his belly. Five bits was a steal for a night like this he thought to himself. Each bareback thrust brought him closer to an orgasm of his own. The masculine groaning picked up speed. Slim’s thrusts became more erratic and his eyes closed instinctively. Rarity felt the throbbing horsecock twitch inside her, signaling an imminent ejaculation. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth and landed in a pool of her drool as soothing pulses tore through her belly. Slim doused the her womb with his unborn fillies, extinguishing the torturous flame inside her. It was the most satisfying sensation she had ever experienced. She felt so receptive, so feminine.

Rarity laid on the plank in a state of fuzzy bliss as the stallion unceremoniously withdrew his spent cock from her. Slim stepped back and admired his work. His voluminous load snaked out of her marehood and trickled down her thighs gracefully. The freshly-fucked filly panted and huffed, her head still swimming. The hooded black unicorn who had been watching silently in the corner stepped forward. Magic fluttered and the leash untied itself and worked back up through the hole in the board. The board slid quickly back into its cubby hole, rudely forcing the pony to support her own weight once again.

The sudden change snapped her back to reality. She rotated in place and saw the mucky mess of sexual fluids on the floor. She felt the semen cooling on her legs, soiling her beautiful coat. The primal fire in her belly was gone; she was left with only logic and reason. Disgust that she had tried to register earlier was now coming in spades. Rarity had been violated, used in the most despicable of ways. She lifted her head just in time to feel a muzzle press audaciously against her lips. Her eyebrows furled angrily and she broke the kiss with a swing of her right forehoof. Her swipe connected with Slim’s cheek sending him reeling.

“Eeep!” Rarity gagged and grasped her throat as her leash snapped up and backwards into the air, raising her onto her hind legs.

“Whoo! A feisty one!” the hooded pegasus hollered with enthusiasm. “Better be more careful Slim boy!”

“That was not wise.” the black unicorn scolded Rarity sternly. She could only cough and struggle as she dangled from her leash like a sheet from a clothesline. “I told you to behave and you’d be treated fairly, but we have ways of punishing impetuous little sluts.”

“Oh lighten up Diamond, it’s her first day.” the white, hooded mare said, her honeyed voice cutting the tension like a knife. Slim finished straightening himself out with a crack of his neck and one final rub on his bruised cheek. He stepped coolly to the squirming unicorn.

“Don’t worry love, no hard feelings. You’ll be seeing a lot of me from now on.” With that, Slim turned and strolled towards the exit. The upbeat music filled the room again as Rarity pried and scratched desperately at her collar, her face darkening in hue. The leash went slack and her forehooves impacted the floor, flattening a few drops of cum. The white unicorn gasped and wheezed as oxygen returned to her lungs. No sooner had her sputtering stopped than she was being dragged magically across the room.

“We’ll see if you hit my customers after spending some time in the tank.” the black pony said.

“Let go of me! LET GO!!” Rarity’s protests were met with even stronger force. The pair made their way under the dusty light and across to the darker side of the room where she felt her entire body being lifted by magic. The white pony twisted in the air and slammed back-first into the wall where she was locked into a contraption of purposes unclear. A ratcheting sound rang out and soon a watertight rubber seal was slipping over her head. She closed her eyes and whined. When she opened her eyes the room was blurry and had a strange glare. Looking around, she realized that her head was trapped inside a transparent cone of plastic that was open at the top.

“You’ll get your dinner in there too. When you learn your place you’ll get real food.” Rarity dismissed the unicorn’s words and focused on freeing herself. A wide strap tightened around her belly, keeping her back and withers uncomfortably square with the wall. She cried out in pain as her purple mane tugged magically through the rubber opening and flopped over the side of the plastic bowl. The black unicorn trotted back to his post leaving Rarity in the humiliating position. She sat on the floor with her head and belly secured, legs splayed open and oozing whiteness from her feminine orifice.

From this side of the room Rarity could easily see the two mares she’d only glimpsed before. She stared through her plastic enclosure at the pair. The green pony that had locked eyes with her earlier was doing so again. Her apologetic expression told everything. Whatever this contraption was, it was something to fear.

The door to the party opened and shut once more, this time allowing the hooded pegasus to return to his post. He must have left while Rarity was being dragged; she simply hadn’t noticed in the commotion. No sooner had he returned to his station than the door opened again and two new stallions came trotting in. There was a sound of coins and the two other mares got to their hooves; first the green one, then slowly the blue one followed. The white unicorn watched as the pair sauntered with heads hung low over to the ‘stables’ where she herself had been raped.

Rarity managed to get a better look at the mares as they passed her. They were both bedraggled, looking like they hadn’t seen a spa in months, perhaps never! The green mare was a frail young thing with a short, darker-green tail, freckles, a boyish mane and a sprig of mint for a cutie mark. The second mare was a unicorn and the exact opposite of her green counterpart. She was stocky, built more like Rainbow Dash, but a much darker blue; her mane and tail were long, straight and black as the room. Her flank was speckled with white dots that stood out against her coat like a field of stars.

Rarity’s eyes watered as the other mares took their places without being told. Upholstered boards extended under them both and they instantly relaxed their legs, allowing the planks to take their weight. The two new stallion customers lined themselves up behind the mares. As expected, they both hopped onto their female partners and began to fuck like horny bunnies. The white pony couldn’t watch, it didn’t feel right to. She wondered if they had watched her when Slim had been hammering her earlier.

“Remember guys, you only get the discounted rate if you help us discipline our new recruit.” the hooded pegasus shouted. Rarity wondered what he meant by this; she’d soon get her answer.

Minutes passed and the stallions were grunting and moaning hard. Almost simultaneously they pulled out of their respective mares and cantered over to where Rarity was sitting. She looked up with horror as they each laid their throbbing, glistening cocks on the lip of the plastic cone and leaned against the wall.

Her eyes reflexively closed as the first ejaculation hit her nose and clung like warm paste. A second streamer of warm goo ricocheted off her horn and landed in her mane. The next thirty seconds or so was more of the same, a hailstorm of warm semen splattering her in an obscene facial. It dripped and pooled under her chin. The white, hooded mare opened the door and let two more customers into the stale room. If Rarity hadn't been so completely lost in shock and misery she would’ve been surprised at just how much a stallion could cum. The pair of male ponies withdrew their penises, squeezing the last drop of their spooge onto the inside edge of the plastic cone.

As the spent stallions left, two new ones staked a claim behind the mares and prepared for what they had paid for. Rarity bawled like a foal. Of all the things that she could be forced to endure this was the worst possible thing. Cum dripped from her eye-lashes; it ran down her cheeks and across her lips and it soaked into her purple mane. For a pony who spent so much time making herself look glamorous, this was a nightmare.

The rest of the night progressed the same way; stallions came in to use the green and blue mares and ended by blowing their thick, white jizz all over Rarity’s head. After the first pair of stallions, it was clear that the watertight seal would prevent any of the horsecum from exiting the cone. The sticky substance naturally flowed towards the bottom and bubbled around Rarity’s neck. After only a few cycles, she already had to hold her muzzle up to stop from drowning in the disgusting slime. Cumshot after cumshot, the cone around the tortured mare’s head became more opaque and white. The fill-line climbed reliably, encasing her in a fishbowl of spunk. It rose to cover her cheeks. It rose to cover her eyes, but Rarity kept her mouth closed and her nose above the surface of the goo.

Deprived of hearing and then sight, it became harder for the unicorn to tell how many stallions had come and gone. Rarity hoped with all her heart that her captors would come soon to release her from the cum helmet. Another jet of semen hit the mare square in the nostril and oozed into her nose. She nearly puked at the nauseating sensation. Another spurt hit the other nostril. She exhaled violently, clearing her nose of the slimy semen, but it was becoming more difficult to take proper breaths.

Resistance had proven ineffective. She surrendered and opened her mouth which instantly filled with cool, salty horsecum. The white pony gagged mightily as she swallowed. It was the most offensive thing she’d ever been forced to do; it might as well have been excrement, but eating it was still slightly more appealing than drowning in it. Another gulp, the bitter liquid went down smoother the second time. Each swallow revealed more and more of Rarity’s glazed face and satisfied her rumbling tummy.

When she had drank enough of the cum that she could level her head, a hoof wiped the mess from her eyes. She opened her sticky eyelids and looked up.

“Did you enjoy your meal?” The black hooded figure towered over her. “Good. Rest assured that if you continue to misbehave you’ll get this treatment again. You’d do well to be a good little slave.” He magically removed Rarity from the contraption and tossed her aside. “There’s a towel and a sink in the other room. Go clean yourself up. Business is closed until tomorrow.” She followed her instructions. Opening a door on the wall behind her, she entered a new room. It was a fairly featureless space and the cum-drenched mare was in no mood to examine every detail, but there was a sink and a large bed much like the one she’d been taken from at Carousel Boutique. Turning the tap on the sink she did her best to rinse the semen from her mane and dry herself before returning to be ushered back to her dark, dark cell.